“Are you just going to glower at until we get to the Tearfall Isles? I’d prefer a guard who beats and molests . At least then, things would be interesting.” Calypso stated where she sat tied to a chair.
“I never said we were going to Tearfall,” I responded, glowering at her further.
“Oh, you didn’t?” She quirked an eyebrow.
We were in one of the rooms down in the hold. Other than two chairs, I had all of the other furniture removed from it and the door locked up. That essentially made it a cell. The other girls were tied up and under watch as well, but I wanted Calypso apart from them. I also took Calypso’s ship and it was in my Soul World.
A lot of those on board were alard when I touched the ship and made it disappear like that. It used a lot of magic to move it into my inventory. A normal person, even if they had a soul world, might struggle to do that. I had tons to spare though. My soul world was connected to my dungeon, and my dungeon was connected to the god spring. In other words, I could access a limitless supply of waters of life. I found that out when I went to make a lake in my soul world to put the ship. I felt strange dropping it on land like it might tip over and break. As a result, I had a water of life lake much like the miasma lake in my boss room, and sitting in it was the stolen ship.
Calypso reached up and scratched her nose, and then put her hands back behind her. I had checked them several tis, and I knew if I looked, they’d still be bound. She was using magic to do it. These weren’t magical shackles though. I had a few magical restraints I could use if I needed to, but I’d rather pull them out when I had to. The less Calypso knew, the better. Unfortunately, she already seed to know far too much.
I knew Calypso was soone who absolutely couldn’t be trusted. The second I turned my head; she would likely escape again. Then again, sitting there staring at her and making sure she didn’t do anything suspicious wasn’t doing any favors either. It felt very exhausting. However, I didn’t trust the paladins to keep watch on her. Her breasts were too large for their tastes, so they’d likely ignore her. Any magic I tried to use to restrain her I was sure she’d also find a way to wiggle out of, much like those restraints.
“If you’re so bored, why don’t you tell how you ended up becoming a pirate captain,” I asked.
“It’s not a very intriguing story.” She responded. “I went east, hearing hints that a part of my son’s soul managed to survive. I then continued east. Before I was a bandit king, I was a ship captain.”
“You an a pirate?”
“I dabbled in many things. That’s how I t the bandit hero, I’ll have you know. He was looking for a ride north, and I obliged.”
“And took everything he had, leading to the death of his entire village.”
She jerked; a bit surprised. “You know?”
“I’ve seen parts of your lore, in Lord Aberis’s dungeon, and the dungeon ford by the Bandit Hero’s death.”
She leaned closer, suddenly becoming more interested. “Oh? Well, that’s interesting.”
“Lore becos exaggerated and half-rembered. An Osterian becos a giant, and a man becos a monster. Dungeons make interesting stories, but it's hard to tell the truth.”
“Well, Deek, do you want to hear my story? Do you want to know the truth?”
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